Nature's grieves

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
" A old story "
Nature's grieves
 
She sat alone on top of Himalayas.Her flowing long blond hair covered her face. Her tears have been raining on Earth since the nuclear bombs were set off by the India/Pakistan war of 2016.  Beginning the deadly rain. Dropping acid rain killing all the agriculture throughout the Earth.
 
Today is the 1st day of 2036and the  Earth has become dark, lonely and a cold place. The land was dying and the hope for the few humans left was becoming less and less with each day. The wind brought the disease and sickness to every corner of the Earth.
 
The once green Earth was black and dirty. Water was polluted and man hunger to destroy Earth was at bay. Death was peace for the lucky and ninety -five per cent of Earth population was dead. Only the young and strong still has the ability to live now. The old ones died first.
 
The radiation was a terrible death and the body rotted from the inside.The hope and dreams of yesterday were forgotten. Now to live another day was a small miracle. The Goddess Nature has retire to the mountain after the battle to save Earth was lost in 2032.She only cries, leaving soft drops of her tears falling everywhere.  She cannot stop.Man has abused and destroyed the beautiful green Earth.
 
Polluted the great seas and killed off the animals who roam the  Earth. She prayed and wished God would help her. The answer was silence and she raises her beautiful face and cries out. Please help the people of the Earth.
 
Satan was pleased. He was wanting for the end and he saw his victory. He sat in Hell waiting for the last of the humans to join him.
 
Mars was resting in Hell. Satan gave him a place to keep a eye on him. Mars tried to sleep but the memories of wars tormented his soul. He watched overbearing nations create wars to test new weapons. Used children to fight wars. He watched slaughtering of innocence people and children. He dreams he was standing in the middle of a battle and boys of 12 years old killing like rabid dogs.
 
 He fell holding a child and cries to God.  Why is this happening? Silence was his answer. He went to hell and rested.
 
A old beat up building with two people sitting by a fire. The woman is sick and the man Jason was young. He looked outside. The rain has fell everyday of his life. The rain was a curse. It had  killed off all the food and drinking water. He couldn't remember a day when it didn't rain. He wished to see the sun once before he died.
 
Jason hold his wife hands. Her labor was difficult and she held her baby.They named her Kelly Alexander.The child look peaceful. His wife was sickly and he knew her time was short. Jason looked to the sky and he asks God. I know you have forgotten us. Please help my wife and give us a chance. He knew they were wasted words he said daily.
 
He never knew his parent. He was raise by Mr. C.  He was one of the few old ones left. Old C. would told them stories of when food was bought in stores and water came out of sinks clean and tasty. Now death was quick. The old dreams of yesterday now didn't mean too much.They were far away.
 
A man with powerful legs and dressed in white and he walked toward the shack.
 He knew he has to knock softly. The world was a terrible place and fear could cause problems. He knocked softly on the door and Jason awoke and ran for his shotgun.  He goes to the door and ask who is there? He looked out and saw a large man dressed in white. The man asked him, could he share the fire? He has food to share and water to drink. Jason knew not to allow stranger in,.but food and water was difficult to get. His baby and wife needed the food. He opened the door
 and he pointed the weapon at the man.
 
The man was clean and dressed in white. He thought he must be a soldier. His shoes were clean. Jason knew only the soldiers has vehicle and food now. The bandits got food on occasion, but they would not share with the poor and sick.
The man smiled and thank him for allowing him in and he offered bags of fruit and potatoes.  The wife got up and took the bags to the kitchen. Jason put the shotgun down, close by. She whispered thank you so much stranger and she offered to cook. He told her she was sick and please rest and I am Okay.
 
 He told her, the fire was what he needed. Jason introduced himself and his wife Angela. He pointed toward the baby. That is Kelly Alexander. The man asked Jason could he hold the child? He was so happy with the food and water. He allowed it.
 
 The man asked Angela to come to him and he touched her face. He reached in his pocket.  Gave her a bottle of medicine and he told her you need to be strong to take care of your child. The man picked up Kelly Alexander and sangs to her.
 
"Your hands and spirit will bring life back to  Earth.
You will be the shining star to awake a new world."
 
He handed the baby back to Angela and he told told Jason.  Walk 50 yards in front of your shack and dig 50 feet. Ensure you protect and cover it. The water will be clean. Jason thought he is a medicine man. He him him Okay. He begins to fear him now.
 
The man stood up and touched the baby face and he whispered..
 
 "You are the hands and spirit of a new day my Angel."
 
 He thanked Jason and he disappeared into the night.

                        Coyote
 





                        Coyote
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A old story coming true today. I would appreciate advice and help always.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'Nature's grieves'
Coyote poetry,
This writing is full of hope even though the foundation is in death. I found that my mind kept thinking that as long as someone cares about a solution there is always hope. You mention different images which speak to the love of nature and of a divine being as well. Great contrast. It is wonderful to enter into another's imagination and let go of the present. Yes war is brutal and death is too but in this writing balance is found in beauty.
Lovely work.
Kathy

[Coyote Poetry]

Than you Kathy. I wrote 24 years ago for my daughter.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Coyote, thank you for sharing your personal words as you did it was so real and moving. I wondered and thought that the baby may of been your daughter.
Kathy

[StacyPerry]

That second to last line just resonates in my mind.

[deeps]

Wow, this is amaing, but written well

[Ruth]

Advice? Well, I love it so wouldn't change it lolll
This is a poignant write and you know one that stands tall with concern for modern day!
The Goddess of Nature is beautiful within this piece:)
You have a great piece of work here hon!
xx

[GrownUpTime]

wow that was really good. the only thing is it might need a little more detail and has some grammer mistakes. overall, it was amazing!

[Helena]

What a sensitive and awesome story. You told this so well Coyote. I was really drawn into this and I thought the imagery was great. Inspirational in the telling, descriptive and giving a small amount of hope at the end to make the reader think all is not lost of this wretched world yet. Food for thought indeed. Thank you for sharing this.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Let's begin with the title, shall we? "Nature's Grieve" is incorrect syntax from the beginning. It could be "Nature's Grievance" or "Nature Grieves" but not, "Nature's Grieve".
Line one: "She sit alone on top of Himalayas. "
Once again, improper syntax...She "sits" (present tense) or she "sat" (past tense) but "she sit" is incorrect usage. Line two:"Her flowing long blond hair cover her face." Again, the same problem...Her hair "covers" (present tense) or "covered" (past tense) but NOT..."her hair cover". I know this seems strange but when your object is singular, then your verb is plural and when your object is plural, then your verb is singular...and never the twain should meet. A horse "runs" but "horses" run ...do you see?
Sentence three: "Her tears been raining on Earth since the nuclear bombs were set off by the India/Pakistan war of 2016. " Should be, "
Her tears (have) been raining on earth (not capitilized) since the nuclear bombs were set off by the India/Pakistan war of 2016 beginning the deadly rain." Do not stop the sentence at 2016 because the following fragment is not a sentence and cannot stand alone as such. It needs the previous line to support it. The entirety is riddled with such syntax errors and fragments. Not "a few" as a previous reviewer stated but almost every line. This indicates to me that the everyday usage of the writer in speech is not in the common English syntax. There are various brogues and dialects which distort common usage in prose but those should only be expressed in dialogue or conversations between two characters. I strongly urge you to brush up on your usage and syntax to become a better writer; more easily read and understood by the reader. I enjoyed the content of the tale but I cannot, in good conscience, rate the writing higher than 75% because of the constant errors and flaws throughout. Because of that, I am choosing not to leave a rating on this at all. But believe me, it needs a good deal of proofreading and editing before it could be offered as even a novice attempt for publication. How it came to receive a 95%+ rating is quite beyond me considering all the errors. If you'd like help cleaning the piece up, let me know, I'd be glad to help.

[Lucy Joan]

I love this story! It really got me thinking about the conditions of the world today, made me want to help and protect the earth. It's a really sad story, but you got the message out. Well done.
I especially like the end. Not sure if it's what you intended, but I thought the stranger was God, answering Jason's prayers.
Again, love the story! Well written.

[Norma M Sutton]

It opens well and tells a good story. It is a bit jumbled in places, but smooths out well.

[Iota]

I normally don't read stories, don't ask me why but poetry is my thing, however I had to come by and check out your good writing skills and I should have known it would have read like a poem. Was the man in white God? my only question. Great write.

[Ed Hart]

you cut with a sharp knife; you lay it bare; you're enough of a profit to be scary